Mates with Triplets | book I | 18+ (complete - editing)

Chapter 3 | Leila

I ran for the library, deciding to feast on books rather than food.

I picked out a few books that I thought my be helpful for the report that would be due next week in Ancient History. I had decided to write my report on Roman politics and how they influenced America's.

I was just taking out my second reference book on Ancient religions and cults, "Ancient Civilations that Shaped our World," when a massive shadow fell over me. That's weird, I thought to myself.

Shaking my head in annoyance, I continued to pull out the other dozen or so books that I needed for my report when I heard a throat clearing behind me which caused me to drop the last book I had taken out in surprise.

Huffing in annoyance, I turned to the idiot that didn't know better than to interrupt my reading time in annoyance. People can be so clueless, never mind rude. If I was I the library during lunch, it was obviously for a reason. Manners, anyone?

There were three massive boys in front of me. I think they were men, though they resembled giants more than anything else. I craned my head back until I heard it let out an ominous creak in an attempt to meet their gazes somewhere around where clouds were circling their heads.

The shortest had to be well over six and a half feet tall - the shortest mind. They all looked similar but it was hard to tell with them towering over me like this, their faces half hidden by the shadows dancing across their faces.

They were all identical to one another with their shoulder-length onyx waves surrounding angular faces. I fingered my curls self-consciously. Why did guys always get the best features? I wonder what they used to make their hair so shiny? Their wide. almond shaped eyes were a golden brown, surrounded by long, thick lashes.

They all had their own distinct smell though. The first one smelled of whiskey, fresh rain and some exotic, spicy herb I couldn't name. The next one smelled of vanilla, coffee and the ocean, while the last smelled of leather, musk and chocolate. I breathed in deep, a smile slowly taking over my face. I shouldn't have skipped lunch.

I shook my head, though the heavenly smell persisted in teasing me, beckoning me forth to hunt out the source. Blinking a few times as I came back to reality, I turned back to the three massive pillars.

"Can I help you," I asked, just to be polite, raising my left brow as I tried to figure out why they were here in the first place.

They continued to stare down at me.

"Are you lost? You do speak English, right? Habla usted inglés?" Maybe they were Russian...

If not, I was fluent in Spanish, French and Italian, Cantonese and Arabic, which I learned mostly out of boredom.

I decided to try one last time.

"Do you know English," I asked as I peered up at the three silent mountains. "Habla usted inglés," I reapeated in Spanish. "Parles-tu anglais? Um...lei parla inglese..?"

They continued to stare, not moving a muscle. I began to wonder if they weren't all there upstairs.

Then they turned to each other, quietly muttering to one another.

Rude! Fine then. I had planned on doing my homework originally anyways.

My nose twitched as the most amazing smell wafted to me, leaving me shivering. It smelled like coffee, chocolate, vanilla, fennel, freshly mown grass, a forest after a recent rainfall and some sort of spice and still more exotic herb - pineapple sage and saffron*.

Just as I was about to start my homework, one of the mentally deficient giants yanked the book that was in my hand from my grasp. What the hell? You don't touch a girl's book. You just don't.

"Reading during lunch - don't you eat," he one boomed. How dare he? Who did he think he was, my daddy?

"Give that back," I cried, jumping to my feet as I attempted to reach my book. He simply held my textbook above his head with a lazy smirk, watching as I jumped up and down. As soon as I realized that the pig was enjoying it, I immediately stopped, pouting.

"Maybe if you tell us your name," the one with white-blond attempted to flirt. Badly. They needed to get out of my personal bubble; their musk was making me want to sneeze.

"Leila? Leila! Are you in here again? I brought you lunch and some gossip," Leto called.

Three identical smirks lit up their faces upon hearing my nickname. I simply shrugged; they would have eventually found out, and I had an escape now. I immediately began packing up all of my books, waving a quick goodbye to the librarian as I headed towards Leto's voice.

"Leto! My savior," I cried dramatically, holding one hand to my heart, fluttering my lashes as I did so. "Did you know that there are three giant beasts on the loose? We should really alert the police."

She simply eyed me with her usual amusement while I ignored said beasts. "Really," she drawled drily. "And where are said beasts?" Her amber eyes were glittering with amusement as she humored me.

I pointed to the three towering hulks over my shoulder with a smirk which was mirrored by hers. God, they definitely needed lessons on manners.

"Ah, those mentally deficient Neanderthals. Yeah, we probably should do society a service and alert the proper authorities," she agreed easily. "What would we tell them though," she mused. "I saw them earlier in the halls - it's kind of hard not to though."

"Mentally deficient Neanderthals," one mumbled, bemused, a smirk plastered across his face.

"We'll figure something out. I have a feeling they aren't house trained though."

Laughing, we made our way to the bathroom so that we could discuss whatever Isis had come to gossip about.

*If anyone was wondering, she's smelling all of her mates at once.

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